Chapter 25: Victory at Last

Jeremy

I hurtled into the chaotic melee with a roar, claws cleaving the air around me. All was reduced to flashes of violence, the shriek of metal and screams of dying men. I waded relentlessly into the press, rallying my scattered forces by sheer ferocity.

"To me, Freeway! Form up, you Son of a b**tch!" I bellowed, spinning and slashing in a deadly arc to buy precious space. Keiran appeared at my shoulder, golden eyes alight with battle fury despite blood slicking half his face.

We traded a single nod before turning our steel upon the roiling enemy ranks.

For endless minutes we battled bitterly back to back, carving openings for dazed packmates to surge behind our whirling point defense. I marked brothers and sisters falling with gutting finality, their lives the brutal coin purchased our thin perimeter.

Gradually our numbers coalesced into a coherent line, bows twanging sporadically from the fringes to pick off overeager Rogues. But still we yielded ground before the ravening ho